At the center of the stage, alone, Han Fei was both all the actors and all the spectators.
The young man wanting to commit suicide, the landlord desperately trying to stop him, the parrot that only knew how to mimic, three roles converged in one person, yet it did not seem awkward.
The reason to live on was more like Han Fei's inner monologue.
On one side hope, on the other despair, they argued every day, repeating in endless cycles.
Han Fei memorized the lines of the three characters thoroughly, switching between different roles.
"I want to live, but I cannot find a reason to live."
"Obviously so reluctant to die, but before I realized it, I had already walked to the edge of the building."
"I am so poor, but the greatest poverty isn't being unable to afford sausage in instant noodles, nor any material desire, it is the lack of care and companionship, never having received love."
